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(Hook)

I’m ridin’ down the backroad, boots in the dirt,

Got my hat tipped low, feelin’ that country hurt.

Tractor in the left lane, speakers bumpin’ loud,

Old dirt road, yeah, I’m ownin’ this crowd.

(Verse 1)

Sun settin’ slow, paintin’ the sky gold,

Pickup’s got the torque, tires ready to roll.

Cowboy hat swag, but my rhymes never old,

Mix a little twang with a story I told.

Cornfields flashin’, kickin’ up dust,

Mama’s in the kitchen, fried chicken, we trust.

Sippin’ sweet tea, feelin’ that rural rush,

Turn the bass up, let the hi-hat crush.

(Hook)

I’m ridin’ down the backroad, boots in the dirt,

Got my hat tipped low, feelin’ that country hurt.

Tractor in the left lane, speakers bumpin’ loud,

Old dirt road, yeah, I’m ownin’ this crowd.

(Verse 2)

Boots on the dashboard, leather smellin’ right,

Moonlight on the river, stars burnin’ bright.

Grit and grind, we hustle all night,

Cowboy and rapper, yeah, I’m keepin’ it tight.

Fiddle in the back, 808 in the front,

Mix a little country, give the town a new stunt.

This small-town life, but my dreams on the hunt,

Every mile I ride, feel that freedom upfront.

(Bridge)

From the porch to the stage, feelin’ that crowd,

From the barn to the beat, singin’ out loud.

A little dirt, a little steel, heart proud,

Country rap king, yeah, I wear the crown.

(Hook)

I’m ridin’ down the backroad, boots in the dirt,

Got my hat tipped low, feelin’ that country hurt.

Tractor in the left lane, speakers bumpin’ loud,

Old dirt road, yeah, I’m ownin’ this crowd.

(Outro)

So saddle up, y’all, it’s a backroad ride,

Mix a little rap with the countryside.

Old boots, new beats, let the worlds collide,

Country heart, city flow, I won’t hide.